"You ain't just snapping your choppers, bub," was Costigan's grimly flippant reply. "I've yelled for help—in force."
"So have I, and I'm going to yell again, right now," Jack declared. "I don't know whether Dad is going to kill Morgan or not—and don't give a damn—but if Morgan isn't going all out to kill Dad it's because they've forgotten how to make bombs."
He Lensed a call to Bergenholm.
"Yes, Jack?... I will refer you to Rularion, who has had this matter under consideration."
"Yes, John Kinnison, I have considered the matter and have taken action," the Jovian's calmly assured thought rolled into the minds of all, even Lensless Jill's. "The point, youth, was well taken. It was your thought that some thousands—perhaps five—of spy-ray operators and other operatives will be required to insure that the Grand Rally will not be marred by episodes of violence."
"It was," Jack said, flatly. "It still is."
"Not having considered all possible contingencies nor the extent of the field of necessary action, you err. The number will approach nineteen thousand very nearly. Admiral Clayton has been so advised and his staff is now at work upon a plan of action in accordance with my recommendation. Your suggestions, Conway Costigan, in the matter of immediate protection of Roderick Kinnison's person, are now in effect, and you are hereby relieved of that responsibility. I assume that you four wish to continue at work?"
The Jovian's assumption was sound.
"I suggest, then, that you confer with Admiral Clayton and fit yourselves into his program of security. I intend to make the same suggestion to all Lensmen and other qualified persons not engaged in work of more pressing importance."
Rularion cut off and Jack scowled blackly. "The Grand Rally is going to be held three weeks before election day. I still don't like it. I'd save it until the night before election—knock their teeth out with it at the last possible minute."